DANCING

DANCING

I sat in awe and watched them
    make the stage a world,
    where everything,
    everything
    could happen.
The music took me away from
    where I was sitting.
Drifting me on invisible lines.
And I dreamt.
I dreamt.
Their hair in braids,
     their colourful clothes,
     their graciousness.
A jump a deer, or swan.
Arms a house to live in.
Embracing all the world from
     love to death and beyond.

And I danced, I danced,
     my music danced in my head,
     my words, sung on paper,
     were spoken on stage,
     lived a life other than ink
     or syllables.
I lived there.
I bowed for my imaginary public.
My mind a stage,
     all dancers,
     all words,
     all the music.

This dream keeps me alive.
This dream makes me a poet
     who sees colours and music
     in words, and enjoys
     just that.

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October 31, 2016